u/vincentvaancough

Went to do the booze run with my boyfriend today. I try to be silly because he gets a lil' anxious and I try to distract him.

I found one of those squeaky chicken dog toys and I followed him squeaking it to make him laugh. Then he said "Give the chicken to me! I'm gonna buy it!"

Now we're sipping and suffering and bullying each other with a fucking chicken squeaky dog toy. What a way to spend a Sunday! Probably a big mistake that I saw that squeaky toy. Ha.

(Also, I've been squeaking it on the ceiling because fuck the crackhead neighbor retching and banging about.)

Chairs, and happy Sunday!

It's the worst fucking feeling when the bottle drops and smashes.

Yesterday, Ambi made a lovely lunch for us, then we had a nap. He tends to hide the bottles when he feels we've had too much to drink and we go for a nap instead.

When we both woke up, we played 'Hunt The Bottle', only for him to look behind the door and it dropped and smashed.

Glass and vodka everywhere. Fuck! We scramble and jump into action. I grab the mop and bucket, and a dustpan for the glass. Ambi grabs a towel and cleans up the wave of vodka approaching across the floor.

What makes it fucking worse is that said bottle was delivered via a DoorDash-style app and the greedy twats always seem to mark up the price.

Cleaned up the worst of it before I went out to get another bottle for us. Had a pretty lovely evening after the bottle drop incident.

Anyway, I hope you're all doing well!

Chronic pain is kicking my arse so I'm up late trying to distract myself. The Little Scrotum of a neighbour of Ambi's is back after being arrested and he's back to stomping about like the crackhead he is, which is pissing me off and keeping me awake.

Ah well, chairs!